China Tastes Funny

One of the most wonderful things about my husband is what a total and completely adorable nerd he is. Suffice to say that when I met him, he was working in IT and living with his parents. (I choose not to mention that he had moved back in when them to support his father through his battle with cancer, because it makes it funnier to imagine him sitting in his parent’s darkened basement , bathed in the pale green glow of several computer screens and surrounded by unopened, mint condition Star Wars collectables. AND THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A BASEMENT. Weird, huh?) When my in-laws gave our daughter a clicky clacky bally thing with the strings* he was incredibly jealous and excited.

So, in my completely supportive way, I looked at him as if he were not only completely insane, but had to get out of the house soooo much more often.

This goes a long way to getting you to understand just how underwhelmed I was (by his standards) when he brought home a world globe for our girls. Now don’t get me wrong, it is kinda cool, it has a light inside and bumpy mountains on it. But it would be completely out of the ordinary for me to let him know that I thought it was cool, and it would have also ruled out any shenanigans. See – priorities, people.

The girls were in bed, so my son and I pretended to be were incredibly interested in being shown the wonders of the globe. We first started with the basics, sitting there turning the light switch on and off saying “Daytime, night-time, daytime, night-time, daytime…” ad nauseam. Which in itself was fun, but the most joy was to be found in seeing the look on my husband’s face as we did this. Suffice to say, he had a look of unimpressed incredulity.

On the up side, the incredulousness and unimpressedishness (they are totally words, take my word for it, don’t look them up) were quickly replaced as his son leaned in to the globe, licked it and stated:

“China tastes funny.”

On the down side it was replaced by a fleeting look of horror and defeat. I say it was fleeting, but we really only saw a fleeting glance at it before we hit the floor laughing.

And this is the thanks that I get for trying to show my interest in his toys. You’re Welcome!

*My husband informs me that this is called a Newton’s Cradle and is actually an extremely exciting and highly sought after gift for a child. I promptly informed him that children prefer candy and flamethrowers, but he stands by his original statement despite evidence to the contrary. I would be much more impressed if they had given her one of these kind.